The Script

Who filled these pages with death

Was it the power drunk, mind-blind

With no spirit watching over them

They siezed our nature, caged us

How did they learn to write this way

Was it good or evil, benevolent weevils

The masses let them scribble our fate

Locked in servitude, happy, satiate

I sought the missing page to read aloud

Shocked, split and twisted at the sound

Our fathers lied, propagated a utopia

A new civilization that wouldn���t care

As the page read, eyes open, gaping wide

A world they created wit...